The Lord has His way in the whirlwind In the storm The clouds: The dust of His feet His love is free Extending to the poor To the broken But His wrath is earned The obstinate and proud Meet their end The storm, the whirlwind Fall on all men alike Through the storm The Lord has His way - Oh to know, the goodness Of His ways Who is a stronghold In the day of trouble But darkness meets its utter end Yes darkness meets its utter end Darkness meets its utter end The holy one's life, it overcomes! He has His way with the storm! He treads on serpents And they were crushed That serpent who was told Told to eat the dust That brought that serpent To its end And crushed his head The Lord has His way in the storm He wants to be your stronghold And pour His favor on you Not by your works But dependent on what You choose Where will you be in the storm? In the rage when it comes? The rain falls on the just, and unjust alike And the Lord has His way in the storm.
